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Another splendid day had begun. Sounds of car horns honking during the early morning traffic jam in Zootopia permeated the air. There was nothing unusual about this, just another day in the bustling city that was Zootopia. Soon, stores, restaurants, libraries and offices would open for business. Young animals would be eating their morning breakfast, then driven to school by their parents or picked up by the many school buses that were owned and operated by the Zootopia Public School System. The city was abuzz with activity. . .

But not Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps.

Nick and Judy had been in a relationship for two months now, and like so many times, Judy had spent the night at Nick's place. Staying at Nick's made more sense to both of them. Judy's apartment made prison cells look like mansions, and with paper thin, poorly insulated walls, the couple didn't want to disturb their neighbors with the sound of them having relations. Nick's pad was fary more livable; a large living room, two bathrooms, washer and dryer, and even a dishwasher were all at the fox's disposal.

Inside Nick's bedroom, he was snoring, sound asleep as his rabbit girlfriend slept against him. As was common with the couple, Nick and Judy had occupied their time that previous night by engaging in passionate love making. The experience always left them drained, with Nick making sure that he brought a large bottle of cold water with him. Judy could get very wild at times, and by the time the fun was over, Nick needed some serious re hydration to recuperate. Not that there was a problem with that. Nick had always liked the wild ones in bed, and as small as she was, Judy was not at all lacking in the wild department.

Both Judy and Nick's phones went of simultaneously, as well as the alarm clock on Nick's nightstand. Time to get and face the world as one of Zootopia's finest. Judy--with her oh so sensitive ears--was the first to wake up, covering her long rabbit ears as she tried to drown out the cacophony of three alarms, all with different sounds, going off at once. Reaching over, she slid her paw across the screens of both her and Nick's phones, silencing the alarms. The clock radio, by far the most annoying of the three devices, with its typical blaring, repetitive blasts was turned off by Judy, who breathed a sigh of relief as tranquility was again restored to the bedroom . . . well, almost.

Looking over at her still slumbering boyfriend, she shook her head, wondering how anyone could sleep through such an unearthly racket. She shoved at the snoring, slumbering fox, but it was all in vain. Rather than waking up, Nick simply rolled over in his sleep, his rear how exposed to Judy. Judy folded her arms in frustration, but knew exactly how to wake him up. Reaching inside the drawer, she found a long, sharp safety pin. Poking the tip of her paw pad with the point, she determined that it would suffice. Seeing the fox's bare backside pointing at her, Judy took the safety pin and gave it one and only one prick into the fox. It did the trick.

"OUCH!" shouted Nick, instantly waking from his sleep. Rubbing his injured rump, he glared in irritation at Judy, who made no effort to hide the safety pin that was in her paw.

"Morning, sleepy tail," said the rabbit.

Nick continued rubbing his injured rump. "What in the world was that for?"

"It was to wake you up, dumb fox!" said Judy, putting the safety pin back inside the drawer. "I swear you could sleep in the middle of a battlefield."

Nick yawned. "It's not my fault, you know. You're the one that keeps wearing my out every night. How am I suppose to 'serve and protect' if I don't get a good night's sleep, hmm?"

Judy shook her head. "Sure, blame it on me. I don't see you objecting when I'm in the mood."

"Of course not," said the fox. "I'm a guy. We never turn that down."

"Is that so?" said Judy, trying not to laugh. "I suppose you want to go right now, don't you?"

"Now that you mention it," said Nick, leaning in to kiss his rabbit. "That sounds rather lovely."

Judy giggled as her goofy fox kissed her all over the face. Nick might have been in the mood, and so might she, but they had to get going. "Nick," she said, shoving him away. "We need to get up and get ready for work."

Nick was dejected. "So, we're not going to have any fun this morning?"

"No!" snapped Judy, getting out of bed. "I swear the only thing you ever think with is your . . . your . . ."

"My what?" said Nick, grinning at his girlfriend's reluctance to say the word.

"Your penis!" growled the rabbit, hating the fact that she actually had to say the word.

"Oh, my poor little puritan honey bunny!" said Nick throwing the covers off himself. "You can't even say the word, but you sure like how it makes you feel!"

"Nick," said Judy, throwing him his underwear and pants. "Seriously, get up out of bed and get dressed! I don't want both of us arriving late together. I'm already worried Bogo might suspect that we're up to something."

Nick got out of bed, shaking his head. "Oh, woe is me! First, I'm woken up by a crazy rabbit stabbing my butt, then she won't even give me any! Whatever am I to do?"

"Get dressed!" snapped Judy, quickly losing her patience with the fox.

"Okay, but you asked for this!" Still naked, Nick lifted his leg and emitted a very loud, long, and very gaseous fart. Judy quickly covered her nose as she ran out of the bedroom, choosing instead to get dressed in the bathroom.

"Nick Wilde, you are a big stinky tail!" she said.

Still not dressed, Nick, in usual fashion leaned against the door to the bedroom, grinning. "Ha, that'll teach you to stab my butt and deny me sex!"

Both Nick and Judy managed to arrive at work just in time for roll call and the morning briefing by Chief Bogo. Careful not to arouse suspicion, Nick and Judy made sure to drive separate vehicles, with one of them leaving five minutes before the other. Department policy explicitly prohibited officers from working as partners if they were involved in a romantic relationship. Nick and Judy--not wanting to be separated--had opted to keep their relationship a secret from their fellow officers. Judy had gone so far as to keep their relationship a secret from her parents. It wasn't something she was proud of, not letting them know she was in love, but right how it was the sensible thing to do.

Nick and Judy got into the meeting room, with Nick even bringing a box of donuts for his fellow officers. Judy always scolded him for buying donuts, saying that it only perpetuated a negative stereotype, and made cops look like laughable caricatures. Nick simply dismissed her reprimands, saying that every cop in the entire 1st precinct ate fewer donuts combined than did the chubby cheetah desk officer, Benjamin Clawhauser. Judy conceded Nick's point in that argument.

"Ten hut!" yelled out the sergeant as chief Bogo entered the room. Every officer quickly stood to attention, giving a smart, military style salute to the massive frame that was the Cape Buffalo.

"Alright," said the gruff, no nonsense chief. "Have a seat!"

Everyone sat down as they awaited the morning report from Zootopia's highest ranking police officer.

"McHorn, you're on steak out today," ordered the chief.

"Yes, sir!" said the rhino.

"Humps, Spitz, Francine, your assigned to that federal drug task force. I want to see some arrests made soon in that case!"

"Joe, Fhum, Sing, you're working undercover until told otherwise!"

Chief Bogo, went on, making sure that all the officers were given their proper assignments. Nick and Judy were assigned to their usual patrol, but told to be on the lookout for a pair of robbers who'd been sticking up grocery and liquor stores. Chief Bogo personally handed the pair a composite sketch of the suspects, based on eyewitness description. The perpetrators were a pair of very mean looking wolverines. Both Nick and Judy studied their facial features well, hoping to catch them, but praying no one would get hurt in the process. Chief Bogo ended the meeting with some stern words for the squad.

"I'll tell all of you right now, the mayor's been up my tail, YET AGAIN, about our clearance rates. I expect all of you to start turning in more collars or we're going to have to do some re-training around here! Remember, we're police officers, and the public is putting their trust in us that we're keeping them safe and keeping the bad guys behind bars, understood?"

The entire squad nodded their understanding. Chief Bogo was not one to joke around very often, and he never, ever joked about the mayor giving him grief. Everyone in the squad was well aware of the Chief's reaction to giving that kind of news. Right after those kind of meetings ended, he could always be seen swallowing several antacid tablets. Bad news from the mayor always gave him indigestion. Today would be no exception to that rule.

"Dismissed!" shouted the chief. With that, the officers got to their feet and on to their assignments.

"Hey, Carrots," said Nick as he and Judy walked out the briefing room door.

"Yeah?" said Judy.

"I think we should go see my old pal Duke Weaselton. I have a hunch that he might know something about those ugly wolverines that have been sticking up all those stores."

"I'd put money on it," said Judy. "Okay, let's go see Duke."

Nick and Judy were riding around in their squad car, with Judy at the wheel like always. They had spent two hours that morning looking for Duke Weaselton, a thief whom Judy had collared before Nick had joined the force. Nick, when still a con artist, was well acquainted with the shifty, out for himself Duke. Nick had tried calling the weasel on his cell phone, but was getting no response.

"Wonder if he's back in the slammer?" asked Judy.

"I'll call Clawhauser and see," said Nick, grabbing a hold of the hand held radio.

"One Aardvark Twelve To Base," said Nick.

"This is base, over."

"Base, a need the whereabouts of a Duke Weaselton. How copy? Over."

"I'm checking the computer system, over" said the tubby cheetah. "Negative, now wants, no warrants. Last arrest was when Hopps collared him."

"Okay," said a frustrated Nick. "Thanks anyway. Over and out!"

"Base, over and out!"

Nick put the hand held device back down, mumbling under his breath.

"What's wrong?" asked Judy.

"Oh, nothing. It's just I don't like the idea of those two dirt bags being out on the street, and I know that Duke would know something about what they're up to."

"Yeah," said Judy, turning right at an intersection.

There was a long moment of silence, with Nick finally looking over at Judy.

"Hey, Judy," he said.

"Yes?"

"Um . . . sorry about, you know, farting this morning. I got carried away."

Judy sighed. "I'm sorry too, Nick. I shouldn't have poked you in the butt with that safety pin."

"No," said Nick, folding his arms and scowling. "You shouldn't have. That stung like a wasp!"

"So?" said Judy. "You think I liked smelling your disgusting gas? That stunk!"

"I guess there's a moral to this story, isn't there?" said Nick.

"I promise I won't poke you in the butt with safety pins . . ."

"Or any sharp object," said the fox, interrupting her.

Judy rolled her eyes, looking for patience. "And you'll promise not to fart anymore!"

"Ever?" asked the smart-alec fox. "That's a pretty tall order, you know."

"Just don't fart around me, okay? I thought I was going to pass out from the smell."

"Fine," said Nick. "I promise not to fart in your presence, due to your ever so sensitive nose."

"Deal," said Judy.

"Also, you'll promise to give me some every morning, even if we're running late for work."

Judy, who was now at a stop light, looked over at her boyfriend. "Don't press your luck, sweetheart."

"Can't blame me for trying, can you?" said the fox, using his natural born charm on his lover.

"No, but I'm sure we can work out something to our mutual advantage." she said, returning her boyfriend's grin.

Judy, seeing the light was green, was just about ready to go straight, when she saw two strange looking creatures leaving a store in a hurry. Turning her blinker on, she turned onto Howler Street, where the two creatures had just left. Driving slowly down the street, she saw a hysterical looking rabbit running out of the store, her arms flailing in the air. Stopping the squad car, she got out, trying to calm the rabbit down.

"Ma'am," said Judy. "Please calm down and tell me what happened?"

"These two wolverines!" screamed the female rabbit. "They shot my husband! They robbed us!"

Judy got out of the car, ran into the store, seeing the rabbit's husband lying on the floor with a massive bullet wound in his chest. Judy didn't even need to check for a pulse to know he was dead. She clicked her body radio,

"This is One Aardvark Twelve. We've got a 1020 here at Lepus Grocery Store. One owner DOA, suspects are the two wolverines Chief Bogo gave us sketches of! Requesting back up and a bus to remove the deceased."

The female rabbit cried in Judy's arms, knowing here husband was gone. Judy was quick to secure the scene, seeing backup quickly arriving. The other units would take witness statements and secure the scene for forensics. Judy went out to the squad car where Nick had been waiting.

"I heard over the radio," said Nick. "We goin' after these guys?"

"Darn right we are," said Judy, starting up the squad car. This stakes had been raised greatly. The two punks went from armed robbers to murderers, and in Zootopia, murder during the commission of a crime was punishable by a lethal injection. They had to get the wolverines off the street before anyone else was harmed.

Ten minutes went by, and Nick and Judy had not seen a trace of the two suspects since Judy had spotted them leaving the grocery store in a hurry. Nick listened at the radio for any information from their fellow officers, who were busy canvasing the area to apprehend them. Judy kept thinking about the dead rabbit, just lying on the floor of his place of business, covered in his own blood, his wife witnessing the entire terrible ordeal. She thought about what it must be like for his family, knowing that their father was never coming home, never celebrating another Christmas with them, nor birthdays. His life was at an end, and it had been a bloody, needless end.

"You okay, Carrots?" said Nick, still keeping an eye out for the perps.

"I'm fine," she said, her blood boiling, wanting to see the two wolverines behind bars.

"Don't worry, we'll get 'em." reassured Nick.

"Yeah," said Judy, stopping at an intersection. "I'm sure we will."

As Nick and Judy waited at the stoplight, Nick caught something out of the corner of his eye, not thinking it to be real at first. Directly across from him, the very wolverines they had been searching for were entering a liquor store. No doubt they were ready to stick yet another place up.

"Judy, there they are!" said Nick, pointing over to her window.

Grabbing the radio, Judy called it in. "One Aardvark Twelve to base, we've sighted them at Llama Liquors on the corner of Munson and Main! Send back up!"

Judy pulled the car around, and parked where the two wolverines could not see them. Getting out of the squad car, she and Nick drew their pistols, hitting the magazine release lever to make sure they were at full capacity. Reinserting the high capacity magazines, the two officers racked the slies of their weapons. They were locked, loaded and ready to put an end to the wolverines crime spree.

Judy moved to the left, ducking underneath the large plate glass window of the liquor store, while Nick ducked underneath the right. He saw the rabbit count to three, and with that, the two stormed into the store, guns raised.

"Police!" they shouted together. "Drop the guns, now!"

Both wolverines had their guns drawn on the store's proprietor, a Mr. Larry Llama. The first wolverine, the smaller and more timid looking one, dropped his gun, with Nick approaching him and yelling for him to get on the ground, but the larger wolverine, a stern, crazy looking, muscle-bound robber still had his gun drawn on the owner. While Nick cuffed the first wolverine, Judy slowly approached the second one.

"You," shouted the rabbit in an authoritative voice. "Drop the gun, now!"

The wolverine looked at Judy and motioned to put the gun down, but quickly ran off, making his way out the back door and down the alley. Judy followed in hot pursuit.

"Judy," said Nick, "wait for me!"

Nick had decided to re-cuff his suspect on a very large, heavy lead pipe that ran through the old building. Just as he cuffed him, his head jerked back to the back door as he heard the thunderous crack of a large caliber gun being fired.

"Judy!" screamed Nick, running for the door. The loud bang was followed by a burst of five rounds, nine millimeter to his ears, then silence. Throwing the door open, he had his gun drawn, his heart bounding as he looked for Judy. He saw her at the end of the alley, standing over the body of the fallen wolverine.

"Judy," he said. "What were you thinking?"

Judy, still standing with her gun drawn, carefully put her gun back in its holster. Nick looked at the wolverine, who had five rounds fired center mass into his chest. A very large revolver laid next to the dead robber. The rabbit looked over at her partner, a look of terror showing on his face. She pressed down on the button of the radio that clung to her shoulder.

"One Aardvark Twelve this is base. Suspects in custody, one DOA."

Nick looked into his girlfriend's eyes as he heard the sound of police car sirens fast approaching their location.

The two officers arrived back at 1st precinct, with Nick escorting the first wolverine over to the desk of Benjamin Clawhauser.

"Ow," yelled the wolverine. "You're gonna break my wrists, man!"

Nick had been twisting the wolverines wrists, wanting to take his rage out on the prisoner. Benjamin Clawhauser ran over to his desk, seeing that Judy and Nick had returned.

"Nick, Judy," said the chubby cheetah. "Are you two alright?"

"Yeah," said Nick, "no thinks to this piece of crap." With that, Nick slammed the wolverine into the desk, making him yell once more. "This is Paul Gulozani, Ben. He and his piece of trash brother Peter were the ones pulling all those stick ups."

"Hey," said Paul, "It was Pete that killed the old rabbit, not me!"

Nick grabbed hold of the wolverine once more, slamming his head onto Clawhauser's desk.

"Nick, stop it!" yelled Judy.

"You think it matters that your dead brother pulled the trigger and not you? You're even dumber than you look, cause guess what, pal? That's acting in concert, that means your just as guilty as him!"

Nick pulled the wolverine up, glaring hatefully in his face. "I'm gonna be there when they stick the needle in your arm. Then you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna have the time of my life pissing on your grave!"

"Nick, I said that's enough!" shouted Judy.

"Stay out of this, Judy!" snarled the fox.

"Don't you tell me to stay out of this! I'm just as involved as you are!"

The two continued bickering back and forth, eventually everyone in the precinct was staring at them, wondering what the problem was.

"Judy, enough! We'll talk about this when we get home!"

"A-hem!"

Nick and Judy's arguing came to a screeching halt as they saw Chief Bogo standing to their side. The Cape Buffalo's countenance as stern and as serious as ever. Slowly, he walked over to Nick and Judy, looking them over.

"Officer Hopps, Officer Wilde, hand your suspect over to Clawhauser and get in my office . . . now."

Nick relinquished custody of Paul into Clawhauser's paws, and he and Judy walked behind Chief Bogo who went into his office and closed the door.

"Chief I . . ." began Nick.

"Shut up!" yelled the gruff chief. "I don't ever want to see a display like that in my precinct again, ever! Do you both understand me?"

"Yes," said Nick, his voice low.

"Yes, sir," added Judy.

"I want to know what's going on between you two. Something is going on, isn't it?"

They both nodded their heads. The large, imposing Buffalo folded his arms, trying to control his rage. "Did I hear you say that you two would discuss what happened . . . at home?"

"Yes, sir. I said that," admitted Nick.

The Police Chief allowed a very long, very uncomfortable silence to pass, seeing both of his subordinates start to sweat. He moved forward, only inches from their faces.

"You two are sleeping with each other, aren't you?"

Nick cleared his throat, barely able to utter, "yes, sir."

The rabbit and fox saw their chief bite his lower lip, clearly angry by their defiance of a very well known regulation. He sat on his desk, drumming his paws on the large oak desk.

"I should both suspend you without pay for a month," he growled. "But, given your excellent records, I'm going to overlook this matter."

Nick and Judy breathed a sigh of relief, but there was more.

"However, if I find that you even staple your paperwork wrong, I'm going to come down on you like a ton of bricks, got it?"

"Yes, sir," the two said together.

The chief unfolded his arms and sat back down at his desk, his tone much more relaxed now. "I have to put you both on modified assignment until the shooting team rules it was a good shoot. You'll both have new partners next week, and Hopps . . ."

"Yes, sir?"

"You have to go down to see the Department Doctor at Psychiatric Services; standard procedure, you know."

"Understood, sir," said Judy.

"Your both dismissed, and take the rest of the shift off and try to get some rest."

Nick and Judy started to walk out the door, but there was one more thing Chief Bogo needed to say.

"Hopps, Wilde."

Both the fox and rabbit turned around, making eye contact with their superior officer.

"Well done, both of you."

Nick had taken Judy to the psychiatrist right after they had been dismissed. Judy went into detail about everything that had happened, how she felt seeing the dead rabbit, what she was thinking during the whole ordeal. Nick sat out in the waiting room while Judy told her story. He looked at the clock, taking not that she had been in with the doctor for over an hour, though it felt like an eternity. She finally came out, looking completely blank and emotionless. She walked up to Nick, asking him one question.

"Can I come home with you tonight?" she asked.

"Of course," said the fox. "Let's go home."

At home, Nick fixed dinner while Judy sat on the couch, staring mindlessly at the images on the fox's large screen TV. Nick occasionally looked out at the living room, seeing that Judy hadn't budged an inch since coming home. He went back to work, cooking some potato and carrot soup for his girlfriend. Taking a ladle, he scooped up a large portion for Judy, putting it in a bowl for her. Walking out to the living room, he saw the evening news come on.

"One robber was shot and killed today, while the other was taken into custody after a string of armed robberies on local business owners . . ."

The TV went blank, Nick having turned it off before Judy could be subjected to anymore than she already had that day. He placed the bowl of soup on the coffee table across from the couch.

"I made you some soup, honey bunny," he said softly.

"I'm not hungry," she said, still staring at the now black screen of the television. Nick sat down, knowing that he had to get her to eat, and to talk.

"Judy," he said, putting a paw on her shoulder. "I'm sorry I yelled at you today. I had no right to do that, and I'll never do that again."

She turned her head, staring at him. "No, you didn't have any right to do that to me."

"I was just worried about you, about what might happen to you if . . ." The fox shook his head. "God, I don't even want to say it."

"I need to know that you're always gonna back me up, Nick."

"OF course I will, honey," he said, putting his arm around her. "Your everything to me."

"How do you think I felt, after what I did, huh?" her eyes now welling up with tears. "How do you think I felt, having to kill that animal? I never wanted to kill anyone."

"I know," said the fox. "But, Judy, those two punks weren't playing games out there. You see what kind of gun that wolverine had you shot? That was a .44 Magnum, loaded with 240 grain jacketed hollow points. He would have killed me, you, anyone that stood in his way of robbing animals. You saved that Llama's life today!"

Judy couldn't hold it back any longer. "But I couldn't save that poor, old rabbit in the grocery store could I?" she said sobbing. Nick wiped the tears away from her face.

"I just remember seeing that rabbit, lying there dead, his blood everywhere knowing that his wife saw him murdered in cold blood." Her sobbing grew even harder now. "I saw that old rabbit . . . the vegetables in the store and I thought . . . what if that had been my Dad that had been killed? What if my Mom had to see him murdered right in front of her?"

Nick wrapped Judy in his arms, the rabbit crying uncontrollably on his shoulder. "It's alright, honey. I'm here, and I'll always back you up."

It was then that Nick finally, fully understood why two people in a relationship could not and should not be partners.